24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

buffalo    have been writing songs/poems/whatever for years ...this page is mostly for me, to acknowledge that I am sharing some part of myself with an unknown …

Oklahoma    I'm a nurse who has always loved to write. Some poems may never see the light of day due to them being too personal. I …

38/F/Australia    Shed no tears, use the words as a burning flame..... A confessional poetess

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I am from a small town in Alabama. I use to keep a journal several years ago and quit writing altogether when I got too …

30/Other    A rambling mind that would like very much to talk to you about the world and more.

23/F/America    expressing the thoughts I can't fathom into words. • A majority of my work might be triggering or sensitive for some people, you’ve been warned …

38/M/Milkyway    Just another daydreaming simpleton. I like it best here, because none of you know me, but could end up knowing me, better than those that …

Oregon    "Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light..." Dylan Thomas I have put up a …

I'm a dreamer, a traveler, a food maker and a teacher. I write because there is no other reason than just to write. It's like …

Australia    may light ignite - where shadow sits alone - tell me what you sense - when etchings raw you read - and how my exploits …

Windermere UK    Retired Gardener. Been published in many books. But find this site truly amazing. Thank you all..

Lewisville, Texas    To begin. I'm the one with the white shirt, and my sunglasses hanging on my chest..I was born in Brooklyn, NY. Moved to California at …

Texas    //thirty// //writing for eternal & internal peace//

I wake up early to catch that fleeting glimpse of a day untainted by the permanence of past tense. Paralyzed by the splendor of its …

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.